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Pete • Bas
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Ten toes in my crocodile loafers
Hand on frame on the
Tom Ford Tortoise
Clean cut when I rock up in a three piece
Brand new plates on the
Range that brought us
Popped caps on the
Bottle of the bourbon
Diamond rings on the fingers
Flawless
Flight mode when
They're ringing on the burner
Foot flat down, get back to the fortress
Four-man down in the four-door
Four-by-four with the four-wheel drive engaged
Took a little trip to the jewellers
Brief onе dropped suitcase
On the watch n' chain
Back thеn I went mad in the kitchen
Spun that spoon on a white soufflé
Now, I got bands locked down in the five bed
Check the time, Audemars Piguet
Drinks all round
Just chuck 'em on the bar tab
Tip to waiter, "Have a nice a day"
Ice in the pale of the champagne Cava
Text from a side piece on my way
Been a little while ain't seen you lately
How's your father? Cut to the chase
I don't wanna talk none of that
They're nonsense
Let me just step to the right and sway
I just shuffle from side-to-side
Two hands on my hips and glide
I got birds in the back of the ride
But if an opp pops up, bye-bye
Eyes on me when I stepped outside
Got a big stick to my left hand side
Now this ain't the place or time
Ya best get gone 'fore I change my mind
Gotta move fast when I'm out on the curbside
I get paid for the curds and whey
Quickly now son
'Cause I'm out on a late one
Can't be too baked when
I bop them mains
Knock knock on the door
At your bird's house
I need steak on the warmest plate
Got lots of the money in
The bag and the man looks good
When he's just been paid
Chin wag when I'm tipping on my titfer
I could chit-chat with a man all day
Get back when I'm chugging on a bifta
Drink in a glass of the Blue Bombay
Both hands on the wheel of the Jaguar
Quick road trip to the coast in Spain
Summer cruises, all inclusive
Honey moon suite and I can't complain
Ten rings on my tree trunk fingers
You don't wanna catch a conker from me
Crept into the front no creakin'
Then I crept out with a man's TV
Chest out with the chain on the chest hair
Bald on the top, big mane on the back
Bird talkin' a load of the wallop
Had to swerve her then I lean and dash
I just shuffle from side-to-side
Two hands on my hips and glide
I got birds in the back of the ride
But if an opp pops up, bye-bye
Eyes on me when I stepped outside
Got a big stick to my left hand side
Now this ain't the place or time
Ya best get gone 'fore I change my mind
Tats out in the summer time, surfin'
Riding the wave, boatloads of the rum
Peter the party, BBQ master
Plates of the meat laid out in the sun
Sunshine, you don't wanna get set down
Best get down when I bang that drum
Spray that room get peppered in corn
No food coma the man got slumped
Lean back with the seats in recline
Decline calls from the ball and chain
Relax, can't deal with the drama
I don't want nada, none of them games
Propped up with a piña colada
Smoking an half ounce of the Jane
Straight to bag check for the flight down Barbados
No queues on a private plane
Opp popped up like a poppadum
He got dipped in the sauce like Mango Chutney
Popped off like a cork on a bottle
Of the 1990s vintage bubbly
Lovely, jubbly
And another one of them
Got clocked on the face
Now he's ugly
Long gone so they chuck him on a poster
You don't wanna end up like that undie
I just shuffle from side-to-side
Two hands on my hips and glide
I got birds in the back of the ride
But if an opp pops up, bye-bye
Eyes on me when I stepped outside
Got a big stick to my left hand side
Now this ain't the place or time
Ya best get gone 'fore I change my mind